Will you be eating that cake?

Call me Ryuzaki.
I enjoy sweets,
playing tennis,
pursuing justice,
and using logic.
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Are you secretely afraid that mirrors will steal your soul and that's why you always look messy, because you're afraid to look in mirrors?
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I am not superstitious. 

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“Really?” she asked. “Do you think I’m smart? If that’s so, I can understand.”

She stared at him, at his pale cheek. He was being as non-responsive as usual and Misa had the urge to dig her fingernails into his flesh. Or pull his hair. Nobody liked that. Okay, it wasn’t quite true that she would understand everything. There were always things that went flying over her head when she was there with both Ryuuzaki and Light, but at least she understand that that was happening.

She leaned over, until her blonde head was just in his field of vision. If he pushed her, she was ready. Maybe it was a good way of seeing how quickly Light would run to her rescue.

“I think you’re capable,” L replied after swallowing some more cake. His piece was almost finished, now. Capable was as much of a compliment as L would give her, because Misa was a lot of other adjectives as well, especially in that moment as she forced his attention on her, rather than his computer. L found himself wishing Light were around to corral Misa’s interest for the time being.

“Amane-san, I need space to work,” he told her in his deadpan tone. He didn’t touch her, nor did he shove her, but he did scoot his chair backwards just a bit. “I can’t review these files if all I see is your head.” The files themselves were not sensitive enough to warrant a strong reaction, and even if they were, L himself did not give into emotional responses. Nevertheless, it did not mean he appreciated her nosy behavior. He twirled his fork, his attention in it rather than on Misa. “Perhaps you should find Light.” 

Capable sounded boring, but it would do. Maybe Light would prefer that. She sighed. Ryuuzaki was unmoveable. However…she could try one last ploy.

“If I go, can Light and I have a night when you don’t watch us?” she said, softly, batting her eyelashes and pouting, slightly. It was like trying to appeal to a brick, but it was always worth a try.

“No,” L replied simply, with a single shake of his head. He wasn’t in the business of making deals with criminals - especially Kiras - and so it was an easy proposition to shoot down. “I’m afraid that is not possible.”

I she truly refused to at least keep her distance, L would have call Watari - or maybe even Light - to remove her from the room. It wouldn’t be a large loss. Misa was therefore bargaining without much sway. 

Misa shuffled her feet against the carpet and scrunched her face up. The urge to tangle her fingers in Ryuuzaki’s thick, tangled hair and pull was stronger than ever. Instead, though, she eyed the remains of his cake in front of him. There was a lump of sponge and a bright red strawberry. Although it wasn’t much cake to throw her off her daily calorie allowance, the strawberry seemed the better option.

She snatched it, quickly, and bit into it, letting the juices explode over her tongue. She licked and sucked at it, eating it slowly until she was left with the green leaves. After that, she licked the juice from her fingers.

It was sure to let him know what he was missing.

“I think you just want to watch because nobody wants to do anything with you,” she said, before turning around and stalking out of the room.

He was right, though, it would be a good idea to find Light. 

Misa would not have been mistaken if she believed she saw the hints of a forlorn expression flit across L’s features. That had been his and she so rudely helped herself. Of course, L himself was not one for social graces and it was only a strawberry, but he had a role to uphold and that involved a slight pout at the abduction of his strawberry. 

Misa was supposed to adhere to social norms. Stealing strawberries was rude. L figured she was upset, and that was his “punishment.” At least the action put Misa on her way back out, that way L could concentrate again.

Not before another jab at him - this time verbally. No one wanted to do anything with him? That was a strange and childish attempt at hurting his feeling, and it did not work. L was accustomed to being alone. People wanting to do thing with him would be troublesome, not the other way around. 

He watched her leave and trailed her via the cameras for a moment before returning to his computer. He pushed the dish that held his cake to the side. 

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“Really?” she asked. “Do you think I’m smart? If that’s so, I can understand.”

She stared at him, at his pale cheek. He was being as non-responsive as usual and Misa had the urge to dig her fingernails into his flesh. Or pull his hair. Nobody liked that. Okay, it wasn’t quite true that she would understand everything. There were always things that went flying over her head when she was there with both Ryuuzaki and Light, but at least she understand that that was happening.

She leaned over, until her blonde head was just in his field of vision. If he pushed her, she was ready. Maybe it was a good way of seeing how quickly Light would run to her rescue.

“I think you’re capable,” L replied after swallowing some more cake. His piece was almost finished, now. Capable was as much of a compliment as L would give her, because Misa was a lot of other adjectives as well, especially in that moment as she forced his attention on her, rather than his computer. L found himself wishing Light were around to corral Misa’s interest for the time being.

“Amane-san, I need space to work,” he told her in his deadpan tone. He didn’t touch her, nor did he shove her, but he did scoot his chair backwards just a bit. “I can’t review these files if all I see is your head.” The files themselves were not sensitive enough to warrant a strong reaction, and even if they were, L himself did not give into emotional responses. Nevertheless, it did not mean he appreciated her nosy behavior. He twirled his fork, his attention in it rather than on Misa. “Perhaps you should find Light.” 

Capable sounded boring, but it would do. Maybe Light would prefer that. She sighed. Ryuuzaki was unmoveable. However…she could try one last ploy.

“If I go, can Light and I have a night when you don’t watch us?” she said, softly, batting her eyelashes and pouting, slightly. It was like trying to appeal to a brick, but it was always worth a try.

"No," L replied simply, with a single shake of his head. He wasn’t in the business of making deals with criminals - especially Kiras - and so it was an easy proposition to shoot down. "I’m afraid that is not possible."

I she truly refused to at least keep her distance, L would have call Watari - or maybe even Light - to remove her from the room. It wouldn’t be a large loss. Misa was therefore bargaining without much sway. 

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“Really?” she asked. “Do you think I’m smart? If that’s so, I can understand.”

She stared at him, at his pale cheek. He was being as non-responsive as usual and Misa had the urge to dig her fingernails into his flesh. Or pull his hair. Nobody liked that. Okay, it wasn’t quite true that she would understand everything. There were always things that went flying over her head when she was there with both Ryuuzaki and Light, but at least she understand that that was happening.

She leaned over, until her blonde head was just in his field of vision. If he pushed her, she was ready. Maybe it was a good way of seeing how quickly Light would run to her rescue.

"I think you’re capable," L replied after swallowing some more cake. His piece was almost finished, now. Capable was as much of a compliment as L would give her, because Misa was a lot of other adjectives as well, especially in that moment as she forced his attention on her, rather than his computer. L found himself wishing Light were around to corral Misa’s interest for the time being.

"Amane-san, I need space to work," he told her in his deadpan tone. He didn’t touch her, nor did he shove her, but he did scoot his chair backwards just a bit. "I can’t review these files if all I see is your head." The files themselves were not sensitive enough to warrant a strong reaction, and even if they were, L himself did not give into emotional responses. Nevertheless, it did not mean he appreciated her nosy behavior. He twirled his fork, his attention in it rather than on Misa. "Perhaps you should find Light." 

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The room was almost empty, but for Ryuuzaki crouched on his chair, shovelling cake into his mouth. No Light anywhere to be seen. Misa pouted, obviously. She eyed Ryuuzaki who appeared nonchalant as always. It was most irritating how he didn’t react to things. Perhaps he had deserved it when Light had punched him in the face.

“Seeing as everything you’re doing affects me somehow, I think I will find it interesting,” she retorted. “Don’t find me stupid just because I’m a cute model.”

The room, since it was supposed to accommodate several people, had several spare swivel chairs going and Misa pulled one across behind her so she would be sitting right next to L. The chairs were not light to pull, especially for her, and so she grunted as she did so. That wasn’t cute (although being daintily out of breath might have been), but it was just Ryuuzaki so who cared.

She sat next to him. Right next to him, so that there would be contact if she leaned over. Physical contact with Ryuuzaki wasn’t really that gross, it was more like brushing up against a door or a pillar. Perhaps he wouldn’t feel the same way about her, though. She didn’t actually know how he took physical contact, especially with a woman.

She stared at the screen in front of him that showed monitors that looked into many of the rooms. A couple of men from the Taskforce seemed to be talking in one of them. Light was not showing on screen, however. In front of Ryuuzaki, there was another monitor, although it was anyone’s guess what he was doing, there.

“So…what are you doing?” she said. “I think you should tell me if it means that you might throw me in jail at any second.”

"I never called you stupid," L protested without any real emotion. "In fact," he added, shoveling more cake into his mouth and then talking with it half-filled, "I accused you of being the second Kira. In a way, that is a compliment." The second Kira did not have the same level of intelligence as the first, but she - L felt sure it had been Misa, at least before her detainment - was not without some advanced intellectual faculties. 

Then Misa was beside him, closer than L would have liked. He didn’t react; in fact, it was as though she were still across the room, at the door. He didn’t even spare her a glance, though he did register minor irritation - negligible, at best - for her prying ways. He quickly stifled that as well. 

"I’m reviewing files," he answered simply, not willing to explain the depth of his analyses. 

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Misa stepped into the corridor. They were large and cleanly modern. Ryuuzaki might have been annoying and a bastard, but he did give her her own floor and at some point had taken the time to decorate it more to her tastes. Not too much, but there were a few paintings of creepily adorable girls and the odd vase of flowers around. There was the odd mirror, too. Perhaps that was a little dig at how vain she must be.

She stopped at one and surveyed herself. She might find Light, after all. Her hair was down and she wore a tight mini skirt and a low-cut corset top. She had, to her chagrin, never caught his eyes drifting towards her neckline or her legs. Truth be told, she hadn’t caught Ryuuzaki do it much, either. Perhaps he was just good at being subtle. Maybe Light was, too, because he was a gentleman.

Misa wasn’t quite sure where Ryuuzaki actually was, although experience told her that he would be in the big room with Light. Misa was a suspect, so she deserved to be there with Light, who was also a suspect. Ryuuzaki could at least give her that as he helped destroy her career. She suspected that he actually didn’t even care about that, though. She felt the tension rise in her shoulders, again and stomped on ahead.

She reached the large room and pushed open the door.

“Hi, Ryuuzaki, I hope you don’t mind if I sit in here,” she said, sweetly. “Misa really is very bored and would like to be in here as you work. I think I should watch.”

L kept an eye on Misa’s venture through the corridors, choosing to stare at the monitor that displayed the various camera angles rather than his computer once she had examined her appearance and began walking. Sure enough, her path took her right to the large room in which L and his computer sat. L assumed she was hoping to either bump into Light or to somehow protest her “mistreatment.” Either way, she’d be disappointed. Light was not in the room at the moment, and L wasn’t going to change the circumstances of her relative freedom. 

Before Misa entered, L adopted his “reasoning” posture once again, pulling his legs close in the chair and then busying himself with the cake that Watari brought. He took a large bite just as Misa pushed her way into the room. 

L turned his blank stare onto Misa and responded without blinking. “I doubt that watching me is going to be interesting,” he said. His tone was neutral, level, as though he had no personal opinion on the matter despite his words. 

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Misa slumped. There was no push, there, no give. In an effort to rile him, in an attempt to bring him closer to her level, she called him names, called him a pervert. He wanted to watch her and Light kiss, and go further should that ever happen, and his huge eyes stared unwaveringly and who knew what he was thinking. Still, it was hard to appeal to him. Perhaps he really didn’t care about anything like that, after all.

“What’s wrong with you?” she said, quietly. “You want to keep me here away from my work and stop me from seeing my boyfriend. I don’t know how to kill, Ryuuzaki. It’s strange that you’re watching a pretty young model because you think she’s a mass murderer, don’t you think?”

If she kept taking that angle, perhaps he’d crack and let them both go. Somehow. Besides, he was wrong about the taskforce. It wasn’t hard to notice Matsuda’s blushing when she wore one of her shorter skirts, or the way his eyes went all misty when she showed the slightest sign of upset. Perhaps Ryuuzaki wasn’t as observant as he thought he was.

He could tell that she was trying to get a reaction out of him, trying to upset him or appeal to some sliver of sympathy that L didn’t - and couldn’t - feel. He knew she wanted him to feel defensive over his treatment of her, or at least concerned about how his actions may be perceived by the task force. He wasn’t, though. He felt firm in his decisions, and very self-assured. Misa could throw whatever kind of tantrum she liked, L was immovable. 

He picked up his fork and cut into the cake. “Amane-san, it sounds as though this conversation is over,” he murmured into the intercom. If she was going to continue the verbal path down which she was traveling - with accusations and cries of harsh treatment - L would dismiss her. He had more important things to do than entertain a childish pop star. He recognized, of course, that it was mostly a ruse and that she was just trying to manipulate him, but L was smarter than that. L was always smarter. 

She groused, inwardly. It was like trying to appeal to a wall. Although…his final point sounded slightly unsure. He hadn’t quite been affirmative. ‘It sounds like’…Misa was aware that she sounded like a child manipulating her mother’s words to get what she wanted, but having people think she was childish was nothing new. 

“I don’t think it does,” she muttered. “But I guess that I don’t want to talk to you, anymore, anyway. Not like this.”

She stood and walked to the door, her stockinged feet padding against the carpet. She wasn’t allowed out of the building, but she was free to go to much of the building (although, actually, not all of it). She might not have been able to think as well as Ryuuzaki, but that didn’t mean she had to sit still…

It seemed that Misa was going for a walk. Fair enough. L pushed a few buttons to get the monitor to display the hall and subsequent rooms that Misa possibly would visit - the kitchen, a lounge area, and the hall leading to the large investigation room, in which L currently sat.

He wondered, idly, if “not like this” meant that Misa was going to seek him out. Time spent face-to-face with her would not be without a purpose, but L had been hoping for some time to review Light’s file. He allowed silence to be his reply and went back to scrolling on his computer, glancing at the monitor that displayed various camera angles at short intervals. 

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Misa slumped. There was no push, there, no give. In an effort to rile him, in an attempt to bring him closer to her level, she called him names, called him a pervert. He wanted to watch her and Light kiss, and go further should that ever happen, and his huge eyes stared unwaveringly and who knew what he was thinking. Still, it was hard to appeal to him. Perhaps he really didn’t care about anything like that, after all.

“What’s wrong with you?” she said, quietly. “You want to keep me here away from my work and stop me from seeing my boyfriend. I don’t know how to kill, Ryuuzaki. It’s strange that you’re watching a pretty young model because you think she’s a mass murderer, don’t you think?”

If she kept taking that angle, perhaps he’d crack and let them both go. Somehow. Besides, he was wrong about the taskforce. It wasn’t hard to notice Matsuda’s blushing when she wore one of her shorter skirts, or the way his eyes went all misty when she showed the slightest sign of upset. Perhaps Ryuuzaki wasn’t as observant as he thought he was.

He could tell that she was trying to get a reaction out of him, trying to upset him or appeal to some sliver of sympathy that L didn’t - and couldn’t - feel. He knew she wanted him to feel defensive over his treatment of her, or at least concerned about how his actions may be perceived by the task force. He wasn’t, though. He felt firm in his decisions, and very self-assured. Misa could throw whatever kind of tantrum she liked, L was immovable. 

He picked up his fork and cut into the cake. “Amane-san, it sounds as though this conversation is over,” he murmured into the intercom. If she was going to continue the verbal path down which she was traveling - with accusations and cries of harsh treatment - L would dismiss her. He had more important things to do than entertain a childish pop star. He recognized, of course, that it was mostly a ruse and that she was just trying to manipulate him, but L was smarter than that. L was always smarter. 

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Misa could have sworn that she heard cogs clicking in his head, sometimes, even over the intercom. Misa didn’t generally mind that there were many people who could think circles around her because, ordinarily, there were still advantages that she had that a man like Ryuuzaki didn’t have. When he had her cornered, though, and that great intelligence was being used to probe her mind, it made her distinctly uncomfortable. Physically, she was free, but in her mind, it made her feel constricted. She knew that Light was capable of the same, but that he never would. Mostly because he ignored her, but really, he wouldn’t…

“I am still telling the truth, Ryuuzaki. I have always told the truth,” still, there were ways urging him into giving in. “Most men would have believed me by now. I wonder what the rest of the taskforce think about what you’ve done to me.”

Though Misa could not see him, L nodded to himself, mentally storing away yet another denial of guilt. It had been expected, but L maintaining that continuously rubbing the same spot would eventually lead to something. It was all part of the game - the pursuit of Kira for the sake of winning. Of justice. He’d point out the little flaws in diction until it drove Misa - and Light - to irritation. 

Since he was alone in the room, there was no need to keep holding his “reasoning” posture. His legs and back were protesting, as they did often these days, so he let one leg slide down to hang off the chair freely, while pulling the other beneath him. Watari came and brought the cake L had requested, but he left it untouched for the time being, instead focusing on counting the beats of silence that he let pass between Misa’s question and his response. 

"They know we need to do whatever it takes to catch Kira," he finally spoke into the intercom. "Everyone has made sacrifices." L’s sacrifice was the biggest, for his face was now known among a group of people - a small group, but it went against his usual caution. A large sacrifice, indeed. 

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Misa crossed her legs, idly tracing the pattern of the lace of her tights with one finger. She flipped through the magazine beside her, noting every appearance she had made. Since Ryuuzaki had arrested her, her exposure had been limited and this worried her a little. Sure, it was good to have a…

L was sitting at his computer, as was his usual fashion. His legs were up in their “reasoning” position, as though he were trying to sort through the thoughts about the files he was currently browsing through. His mind, however, was not necessarily on the computer before him, but rather, on Light Yagami instead. The polite teenager was undoubtedly Kira. L would play with percentages, sure, but not because his opinion truly fluctuated. He wanted to measure reactions - Light’s, his father’s, even the task force’s responses were worth more in that situation than if L simply said he was positive without any real evidence. 

Evidence. That’s what he needed. He needed—

Misa was sighing. Loudly. Clearly demanding attention. L had to resist the desire to match her sigh. It was quite distracting, having her around making noise and causing unnecessary drama. Nevertheless, she had to be around. She was, undoubtedly, the second Kira. He actually had some proof of that

He did not sigh. Instead, he called for Watari and requested that he bring some cake. Then, finally, did he spin around in his chair, eyes languidly scanning the room until they fell upon Misa’s form. “Amane-san, is something wrong?” he asked, as though he hadn’t allowed a very long pause to stretch between her sigh and his response. 

Even after sighing, there was no response. Misa scrunched her fingers in the open page of her magazine, which did not have a picture of her on it, but, instead, a model that one newspaper was trying to establish as her rival. She resisted the urge to through it across the room.

“Amane-san, is something wrong?” came that synthesised voice.

There was often something mocking about his tone. Misa felt her shoulders tense in annoyance.

“When can I see Light?” she demanded. “Misa’s missing work and her boyfriend. That will work out badly.”

It was a good idea to mention Light before work, since what she didn’t want to happen was for Light to stop thinking that she cared. He was the one thing more important than her job, after all. She stretched her legs out in front of her and her arms above her head, in an effort to work at least some of the tension out of her body. It kind of worked.

“Mm,” L vocalized in response, cocking his head slightly as he observed Misa’s stretching. His eyes remained wide, taking everything in. As was the habit L had adopted upon going public, he brought his thumb to his mouth and began to chew on it, idly. 

“Is Amane-san threatening me?” he asked, almost to himself with the way he employed the third-person usage of her name. He rolled his eyes upward, as though considering her words. Then he let them fall, lazily, back onto her frame. “That could be seen as a confession,” he warned her. The taunt was evident enough, but L remained serious as he regarded her. 

It had rumbled mechanically through the speakers. Misa cringed, hoping this hadn’t jeopardised anything for Light. Somehow, she had ended up accused of being the second Kira. She remembered finding herself chained up, her limbs constricted. Not knowing where she was or who she was talking to. It was either that she’d done something and had been arrested or some pervert had kidnapped the adorable little idol for his own pleasure. Which theory would the average person assume, really? Misa didn’t know how to kill even one person, let alone millions.

“I meant for me,” she said. “What can I do to you, really, Ryuuzaki?”

"I’ve asked you that already," he reminded her, as though she were a simple child failing to understand a rather easy concept. "Did you tell the truth?" No, because if she had, the truth would have been that she could kill him - would kill him - if only she had his name. Whether she remembered being the second Kira or not, in L’s eyes, her guilt had not been absolved. The evidence linked back to her too clearly, and her dedication to Light marked her as - at the very least - too involved for her own good. He gauged her reaction to that question, knowing full well he was talking her in circles. 

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Misa crossed her legs, idly tracing the pattern of the lace of her tights with one finger. She flipped through the magazine beside her, noting every appearance she had made. Since Ryuuzaki had arrested her, her exposure had been limited and this worried her a little. Sure, it was good to have a…

L was sitting at his computer, as was his usual fashion. His legs were up in their “reasoning” position, as though he were trying to sort through the thoughts about the files he was currently browsing through. His mind, however, was not necessarily on the computer before him, but rather, on Light Yagami instead. The polite teenager was undoubtedly Kira. L would play with percentages, sure, but not because his opinion truly fluctuated. He wanted to measure reactions - Light’s, his father’s, even the task force’s responses were worth more in that situation than if L simply said he was positive without any real evidence. 

Evidence. That’s what he needed. He needed—

Misa was sighing. Loudly. Clearly demanding attention. L had to resist the desire to match her sigh. It was quite distracting, having her around making noise and causing unnecessary drama. Nevertheless, she had to be around. She was, undoubtedly, the second Kira. He actually had some proof of that

He did not sigh. Instead, he called for Watari and requested that he bring some cake. Then, finally, did he spin around in his chair, eyes languidly scanning the room until they fell upon Misa’s form. “Amane-san, is something wrong?” he asked, as though he hadn’t allowed a very long pause to stretch between her sigh and his response. 

Even after sighing, there was no response. Misa scrunched her fingers in the open page of her magazine, which did not have a picture of her on it, but, instead, a model that one newspaper was trying to establish as her rival. She resisted the urge to through it across the room.

“Amane-san, is something wrong?” came that synthesised voice.

There was often something mocking about his tone. Misa felt her shoulders tense in annoyance.

“When can I see Light?” she demanded. “Misa’s missing work and her boyfriend. That will work out badly.”

It was a good idea to mention Light before work, since what she didn’t want to happen was for Light to stop thinking that she cared. He was the one thing more important than her job, after all. She stretched her legs out in front of her and her arms above her head, in an effort to work at least some of the tension out of her body. It kind of worked.

"Mm," L vocalized in response, cocking his head slightly as he observed Misa’s stretching. His eyes remained wide, taking everything in. As was the habit L had adopted upon going public, he brought his thumb to his mouth and began to chew on it, idly. 

"Is Amane-san threatening me?" he asked, almost to himself with the way he employed the third-person usage of her name. He rolled his eyes upward, as though considering her words. Then he let them fall, lazily, back onto her frame. "That could be seen as a confession," he warned her. The taunt was evident enough, but L remained serious as he regarded her. 

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Misa crossed her legs, idly tracing the pattern of the lace of her tights with one finger. She flipped through the magazine beside her, noting every appearance she had made. Since Ryuuzaki had arrested her, her exposure had been limited and this worried her a little. Sure, it was good to have a…

L was sitting at his computer, as was his usual fashion. His legs were up in their “reasoning” position, as though he were trying to sort through the thoughts about the files he was currently browsing through. His mind, however, was not necessarily on the computer before him, but rather, on Light Yagami instead. The polite teenager was undoubtedly Kira. L would play with percentages, sure, but not because his opinion truly fluctuated. He wanted to measure reactions - Light’s, his father’s, even the task force’s responses were worth more in that situation than if L simply said he was positive without any real evidence. 

Evidence. That’s what he needed. He needed—

Misa was sighing. Loudly. Clearly demanding attention. L had to resist the desire to match her sigh. It was quite distracting, having her around making noise and causing unnecessary drama. Nevertheless, she had to be around. She was, undoubtedly, the second Kira. He actually had some proof of that

He did not sigh. Instead, he called for Watari and requested that he bring some cake. Then, finally, did he spin around in his chair, eyes languidly scanning the cameras until they fell upon Misa’s room. “Amane-san, is something wrong?” he asked through the intercom, as though he hadn’t allowed a very long pause to stretch between her sigh and his response. 

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but..but..we r soulmates :'-(
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I don’t believe in the concept of soul mates, which makes your statement impossible. 

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i love u
rue-ryuzaki rue-ryuzaki Said:

I’m afraid I do not return your sentiments.